mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 277 Chapter 276 Our temple has no nuns

Zhao Chuanxin managed to make a passage, and with more courage, he pulled a corpse on the ground and threw it forward.

Being able to knock down two people and block a bayonet is considered to have given full play to the last remaining value of the corpse.

At the same time, Park Seung-yeol and the others continued to move forward.

The two sides finally met.

Zhao Chuanxin shouted: "Quick, help me block for 2 minutes, just 2 minutes, I will make these dogs pay the price!"

The God of War team, which was already at the end of its strength, suddenly grew some strength out of thin air out of trust in Zhao Chuanxin.

They were almost unable to hold on, and they gave the Japanese soldiers a wave of pushback like a chicken blood.

Zhao Chuanxin was able to break out of the siege with one enemy and a hundred, but they still have companions beside them, so why couldn't they resist for a while?
Zhao Chuanxin's Madsen has no ready magazines available.

But Maxim still has the last canvas belt left.

Zhao Chuanxin set up Ma Keqin and put the bullet belt on.

He yelled: "Get out of the way, I'm going to start fucking pretending."

When the God of War team got out of the way and retreated, Zhao Chuanxin shouted: "I will die for all the drafts..."

Tata Tata...

The 08 Mauser bullets of the Maxim MG7.92 heavy machine gun have a smaller caliber.

But Zhao Chuanxin's favorite was the seventy-pound quadruped that others were dissatisfied with.

Because others can't carry it, but the stability is super strong.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the enemy's body in front of him,

But not completely broken.

This made him very dissatisfied.

He made up his mind to develop a heavy weapon similar to the Browning M2HB that fires 12.7 caliber ammunition.

Li Xiuji got up from a Japanese soldier, his pinched eyes protruded, his tongue was sticking out, and his death was extremely uneasy.

Then, he saw Maxim spitting out flames, and saw the Japanese soldiers running desperately in front of them, but they couldn't run at the speed of the bullets, and fell in pieces.

This reminded him of the years of harvesting rice. If harvesting rice had this efficiency, farmers would be able to wake up from their dreams.

Many Japanese soldiers discovered that if they had been running on the road, they would definitely not be able to escape the pursuit of bullets.

So he began to flee up and down the hillside.

As long as you get into the woods, there will be many dead spots that cannot be reached in the shooting area where Zhao Chuanxin is located.

The 250-round canvas ammunition belt is very face-saving and there is no jamming, and all of them have been fired.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly put away Maxim, and in his hand was a heavy rifle that didn't look like any model.

It turned out that the Japanese army's Sany field gun was equipped with a bulletproof plate, and some Japanese soldiers hid behind it, and it seemed that they still wanted to operate the field gun.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and shot, and the heads of the Japanese soldiers who moved the shells scattered, which were more gorgeous than the cherry blossoms in Nanshan.

Li Xiuji was stunned, what kind of gun is this... a single bullet is more powerful than a heavy machine gun!

Zhao Chuanxin fired several shots in a row, and he cleared out all the Japanese troops around the Sany field artillery.

Then he sat down on the ground.

Panting heavily, his chest heaved, his sweat was like slurry, which slid down mixed with the rain.

Seeing that he was covered in blood like a blood gourd, Park Shenglie hurriedly asked, "Mr. Zhao, are you okay?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the injuries on his shoulders, arms, thighs and calves, grinned and said, "I'm okay, I can still carry it."

A member of the God of War team said with admiration: "Mr. Zhao, you just flew up and scared the little devil out of his nerve."

Morale is what it is.

Before Zhao Chuanxin bathed in blood, others could charge fearlessly.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't reply to the flattery, and when he had recovered his breath, he got up from the ground: "Don't rest, try harder, and push those cannons outside the Lotus Temple. Searching for the weapons and ammunition of the little devils, they probably will Few bullets left."

Zhao Chuanxin installed two mountain cannons and transported them up first.

Help them transport all the cannons to the Lotus Temple, and set up the formation first.

The rain gradually subsided, and Zhao Chuanxin was physically and mentally exhausted: "Leave the light and shade whistle, let's go back and continue to sleep."

The enemy is also flesh and blood, Zhao Chuanxin does not believe that the Japanese army can continue to attack the mountain tonight.

Entering the temple gate, there were several monks at the gate, looking at him in horror.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to Lan Tian: "Go fetch me a bucket of well water."

A few monks pretended to be helpful and dispersed.

Don't look at them as if they are very active, but when they came back, Lan Tian was the only one, struggling to carry water.

Zhao Chuanxin took it over. The large wooden bucket was almost like holding a delicate teapot in his hand.

He rinsed his head and washed away all the blood and wounds.

"Lan Tian, ​​go and call the most beautiful nun in your temple."

"..." Lan Tian wondered, "Donor, there are no nuns in our temple."

He saw countless large and small wounds on Zhao Chuanxin's body, and he thought that everything was like this, and he was still thinking about Xiasanlu's incident.

That's enough.

Zhao Chuanxin was quite dissatisfied: "There is not even a nun in the huge Lotus Temple, so why do you open a temple! Go, find me an ingenious monk."

Lan Tian couldn't help thinking about it: what do you want to do with ingenuity?
Seeing him standing still, Zhao Chuanxin glared at him.

Lan Tian hurriedly called someone to go.

Zhao Chuanxin returned to Qinglong Hall, took out various needles, threads and medicines from the secret realm and piled them on the ground.

In this battle, not only a large part of the Japanese army died, but the God of War team also suffered heavy casualties.

In order to recharge his energy, Zhao Chuanxin only asked people to collect the wounded, and the corpses of his own people were temporarily left outside, and the corpses would be collected after enough rest.

Zhao Chuanxin took off all his clothes and counted carefully. There were more than 20 wounds that he could see in the front alone.

There are more places where there are blue and purple bumps.

Seeing his wounds, Li Xiuji gasped: "Mr. Zhao, why don't your wounds bleed?"

This is everyone's question.

Ordinary people, with so many injuries, are afraid to bleed to death.

Especially on the leg, there is a gap, which is turned over like a baby's mouth, which makes people unable to bear to look directly at it.

Zhao Chuanxin is a true warrior, who dares to face up to the blood dripping from others, and dares to face the bleak life of others.

But he dared not look down at his wound...

He bared his teeth to divert his attention: "I used my innate qi to change the direction of blood circulation. You know, the realm of a cultivator, from the Qi refining stage, the foundation building stage, the Jindan stage, the Nascent Soul stage, Transformation stage, fusion stage, transcending tribulation stage, and Mahayana stage are arranged in this way. As for me, I have already reached the Mahayana stage, and I can soar in the daylight at any time. I blame the gold, silver and jewels. The pink skull delayed me and lost my mind. "

Hearing what he said, everyone was stunned. Is this true?
However, there was indeed no blood flowing from the wound on Zhao Chuanxin's body.

There was a person whose stomach was almost cut open, as if listening to the sound of nature: "Mr. Zhao, can you use the qi of innate zhenyi to help me heal my wounds, I am dying of pain."

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "It can't be done, I just don't bleed, but I also hurt. Who can not hurt a flesh and blood body?"

"..."

We have all reached the Mahayana period, so does it hurt?
Lan Tian came over with a man in a monk's robe, and said to Zhao Chuanxin, "Benefactor Zhao, the only ingenious person in Lianhua Temple has come."

"Oh, very good." Zhao Chuanxin took the needle, thread, alcohol and wound medicine, looked up, and laughed: "I still don't admit that there are nuns in your Lotus Temple, isn't that right? She looks pretty fucking handsome! Lan Tian It’s not that I’m talking about you, it’s actually a prudish day.”

It turned out that there was a man standing in front of him with medium hair, probably because he had fallen asleep and his hair was loose.She has a beautiful face, red lips and white teeth, and eyes as bright as stars.

The flowers are delicate and the wind is frail, but the Azure Dragon Palace is warm.

Just as Lan Tian was about to speak, Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Ah, that's fine, there's no need to explain. I already knew that you monks don't have any good things. If you leave them alone, you should go away."

Lan Tian hesitated to speak, and finally left.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly added another sentence: "Lan Tian, ​​where did that dog Xinzhi go? Did I let him go back to sleep? Tell him to roll by the wall and stand for punishment, do you not want legs anymore?"

Lan Tian walked even faster.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Mini, only to see that he bit his red lips lightly, avoiding his eyes and daring not to look directly at him.

So he leaned back carelessly: "Why, you have to wait for me to give you an invitation card? Quickly get a needle and thread and sew up the wound for me."

Bleeding is not bleeding, but suturing the wound is conducive to healing.

Seeing that his fingers were white and slender, and his face was a little panicked when he took the needle and thread, Zhao Chuanxin said, "Hey, disinfect me with alcohol first, I'm clumsy."

When the alcohol was sprinkled on the wound, Zhao Chuanxin howled like a pig, "Ai Wocao, I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."

Everyone looked at the famous "God of War" with astonishment on their faces.The entire Azure Dragon Hall is full of heroes with clenched teeth, and it's just this one who doesn't care about his image and howls loudly.

Zhao Chuanxin never cared about other people's gazes: "Ah, take it easy, don't you see that there is a piece of meat missing?"

"Dog, why are you trembling? If you tremble again, I'll chop off your hand!"

"Mom..."

Heartbreaking, my heart is desolate...

Xinzhi, who hurriedly came to continue to be punished, was confused by the screams, only felt that the veins in his temples were throbbing violently.

Finally finished tossing.

That Minnie was already sweating profusely, and her complexion was fairer on her delicate face.

Park Seung-yeol laughed awkwardly: "Mr. Zhao, you are really a man of temperament..."

Li Xiuji next to him rolled his eyes, and said to himself, don't wash it, isn't it just because you are afraid of pain?
Zhao Chuanxin said to Namini: "What are you looking at? Don't think you are a woman. If you look more beautiful, I won't smoke you! A woman's family, staying in a group of monks, and her figure is still so enchanting, no three No, it really doesn't make sense. Let me check..."

As he spoke, his hands rested on his hips.

It's pretty damn good.

Just listen, Nameni said: "I, I am a man..."

Everyone's expressions petrified.

Then he looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin said angrily: "You are a fucking old man, what kind of woman are you pretending to be with disheveled hair? If you dare to twist your buttocks while walking, I will kick you to death. Get out!"

Xinzhi in the corner explained flatteringly: "Mr. Zhao, Ning An is a layman of the Lotus Temple..."

But Zhao Chuanxin was already lying down and snoring.

Over there, Park Shenglie glanced at Ning An who was leaving gracefully, and muttered in a low voice, "Man, actually..."

Li Xiuji was a little relieved: "What are you talking about?"

"Um, I didn't say anything, go to sleep now."

The night has always been long when there is something to do, and short when there is nothing to do.

the next morning,
The monks did not start classes.

A monk came to the gate cautiously, and talked to the members of the God of War team who were holding up their spirits with a shy smile: "Benefactor, Zen Master Changshun asked me to go out to see the outside situation. Please make it easy for me. By the way, we have prepared After the fasting meal, the meal will be served soon."

"Oh, then go out, don't run around, go and come back quickly."

"Yes Yes Yes."

The monk went out of the gate.

Seeing the menacing cannons, he stretched out his fingers curiously and flicked them, and a cold and hollow echo echoed in the cannon barrels.

He walked down the mountain along the road, the rain had completely stopped, and the mountain road was a bit muddy.He stepped on the gravel to keep his monk's shoes from getting wet.

Grasses and trees growing savagely, with dew on them.

There was a strange smell mixed in the air, and the smell became stronger the further you went down.

The monk frowned and continued down.

The fog in the mountains is very thick, mixing with the clouds in the sky.

Normally, this would add a bit of ethereal charm to the Lotus Temple, but today it made the monk feel very gloomy.

He plunged into the fog.

For a moment, when he got out of the cloud and mist, he was stunned.

In front, there are layers upon layers of corpses.

The distribution of the corpses is quite interesting, quite regular in the middle part, diverging from a central point to the surroundings.

It looks like a lotus pattern, reflecting the name "Lotus Temple".

There was some confusion on both sides, with corpses piled up in disorder.

The smell of gunpowder smoke and blood in the air, not even the rain could dissipate it.

The monk supported the small tree beside the road: "Ugh..."

There were broken arms and limbs everywhere, and inexplicable human body parts hanging from the branches, which were torn to pieces by heavy machine guns.

In the dark, the monk supported the tree and straightened his waist weakly.

He staggered, regardless of the mud under his feet, returned to the monastery, found Zen Master Changshun, and reported to the old monk: "Master, the outside world is like hell on earth, it's too scary..."

The old monk's eyebrows were white, and his cheeks trembled twice: "Is it the body of the Japanese army?"

"There are Japanese soldiers and the Ares Squad. The battle last night was brutal. Judging from the outside situation, the Ares Squad should have the upper hand."

"Hey, the land outside of transformation should be merciful and peaceful, but it has attracted a malevolent star. Right and wrong killings are all due to the worldly customs. I don't know if the Buddha can save this malevolent star."

"Master, I guess the Buddha can't teach him. I heard that he and the Buddha talked about brothers."

The old monk Changshun coughed and was choked by himself: "Don't talk nonsense, go and call the monks."

"Master, do you want eighteen stick monks to chase away evil stars?"

He had heard the story of the Eighteen Stick Monks in the Central Plains rescuing King Qin.

The old monk Changshun gave him a benevolent look: "It's not about expelling the evil star, it's about the eighteen stick monks wiping the evil star's ass. Hurry up and gather the monks to clean up the corpse."

"..."

……

Zhao Chuanxin had a nightmare.

He dreamed that he was besieged by [-] Japanese troops.

He hid in a bunker with a stone wall more than 3 feet thick and fired with a heavy machine gun.

The artillery fire of the Japanese army exploded on the top of the fort with precision.

Those Japanese looked ferocious, and rushed up desperately.

The water in Maxim's water-cooled warehouse has been boiled dry, and the Japanese soldiers are still alive.

They used bombs and artillery to bombard the fortress continuously, causing the rocks of the fortress to peel off layer by layer, and fragments of shells got stuck in the rocks.

Zhao Chuanxin was very anxious, but he was helpless.

After the bullets ran out, he could only wait to die in the fortress.

The last layer of stone wall was smashed, and he was blown out...

Zhao Chuanxin: "Ah..."

Suddenly woke up.

Cold sweat soaked the mattress.

That sense of despair, until I woke up, still lingered in my heart for a long time.

Li Xiuji was shocked by Zhao Chuanxin's roar: "Mr. Zhao, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Chuanxin wiped the cold sweat off his face: "It's nothing, nothing. I dreamed that I was being chased by tens of thousands of beauties, crying and asking to marry me. Sometimes, it's not a good thing for a man to be too handsome."

"..."

After going through the flesh and blood mill battle last night, Li Xiuji seemed to have opened up the two veins of Ren and Du, and some unruly thoughts became clear.

Facing the ferocious Japanese army again, he will not back down.

Zhao Chuanxin was sore all over, and his wound was itchy.

He sat up with difficulty, and Lan Tian brought a cup of hot tea with his eyesight: "Mr. Zhao, drink some water, your lips are chapped."

Zhao Chuanxin touched his lips and then his forehead, as if he had a fever.

But this is normal after the injury.

He took two sips, distracted while holding the teacup.

It has been smooth sailing for a long time, and the experience of running out of ammunition and food after being surrounded last night gave Zhao Chuanxin a sense of urgency for the first time.

He thought for a long time.

One: Combat literacy still needs to be improved, otherwise the name of the God of War will not be guaranteed.

Two: Someone should be found to fill more magazines and prepare more belts.

Three: Find more dangerous places, or fight in the sea and deep rivers, and you can escape at any time.

Four: There should be more life-saving means for mages.

Five: Your own weapons and equipment should not follow the trend, but must undergo an epoch-making upgrade, and this upgrade must be kept secret.

Thinking of upgrading weapons, Zhao Chuanxin also thought of some of his industries in the United States.

Although he bragged before that he was engaged in weapon manufacturing or something, in fact he just said hello for many things.The british housekeeper, Freddie Pavelt, that bastard, didn't know if he had done things well according to his orders.

United States,

Freddie Pavelt had more work than a butler should.

In Westchester County, New York, in the small town of North Tarrytown, at the Ethan Manor, he was entangled in files all day long.

Some stocks and real estate owned by Zhao Chuanxin have to conduct profit and loss statistics from time to time.

Freddie Pavelt also had to look for an arms company on the verge of bankruptcy, and hadn't had a clue for months.Either the scale and equipment are wrong, or the location is wrong.

Besides, he had just hit a wall with gun designer John Moses Browning.

Because of his astonishing achievements in the field of gun design, the old guy's temper has risen with it, and he is very weird.

When Freddie Pavelt relayed Zhao Chuanxin's design intentions to John Moses Browning, the old guy very bluntly accused him of being a layman guiding an expert, saying that those guns sounded unreliable and impractical.Even if it is made, it is a delicate toy, but if the environment is slightly harsher, soldiers will not be able to use these weapons reliably.

His most important requirements for the design of firearms are safety, reliability, simple structure, and strong practicability... because only such firearms can be popularized after they are designed, and they will not hit the street.

For example, the original pump-action shotgun was first researched by John Moses Browning.Afterwards he gave up, finding it impractical.Later, someone plagiarized his idea, but he didn't quite understand the principle...

(End of this chapter)